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pain, tear and motion that my sweet Jesus made, He looked for and

called upon His Mama, as dear refuge of His acts and of His life. Who
can tell you, my child, what passed between Me and the Celestial Baby

during these forty days? The repetition of His acts together with Me, His

tears, His pains, His love, were as though transfused together, and
whatever He did, I did.

Now, after the completion of the forty days, the dear Baby, drowned

more than ever in His love, wanted to obey the law and present Himself

to the Temple to offer Himself for the salvation of each one. It was the
Divine Will that called us to the great sacrifice, and we promptly obeyed.

My child, this Divine Fiat, when It finds promptness in doing what It
wants, places at the creature’s disposal Its divine strength, Its sanctity,

Its creative power to multiply that act, that sacrifice, for all and for each

one. In that sacrifice It places the little coin of infinite value, with which
one can pay and satisfy for all.

It was the first time that your Mama and Saint Joseph went out together

with the little Child Jesus. All Creation recognized Its Creator, and felt
honoured at having Him in their midst; and assuming the attitude of

feast, they accompanied us along the way. As we arrived at the

Temple, we prostrated ourselves and adored the Supreme Majesty; and
then we placed Him in the arms of the priest, who was Simeon, who

made of Him an offering to the Eternal Father offering Him for the

salvation of all. And while he offered Him, inspired by God, he
recognized the Divine Word, and exulting with immense joy, he adored

and thanked the dear Baby. After the offering, he assumed the attitude

of prophet, and predicted all my sorrows. Oh! how the Supreme Fiat,
painfully, made my maternal Heart feel, with vibrating sound, the

mournful tragedy of all the pains which my Divine Son was to suffer.

Each word was a sharp sword that pierced Me. But what pierced my
Heart the most was to hear that this Celestial Infant would be not only

the salvation, but also the ruin of many, and the target of contradictions.

What pain! What sorrow! If the Divine Will had not sustained Me, I

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